One time when I was 8 years old and still lived in Nicaragua. To school, I went as usual, but that day, some of the girls were going to stay after school to practice some dancing and modeling for an event that we were going to have later on. While I was watching them practice, the time flew by fast. Around 4 p.m., since the girls had stopped practicing I decided to leave. As I was walking towards the gates of my school, I was thinking about what to tell my father since he didn’t know where I was. Arriving at the gates I then noticed that they were locked. So I went to ask the person who had the keys to open it.
“Be careful,” He said, as I walked away from the school.
During the walk to my house, I was thinking of whether, to tell the truth, or just arrive home and…show more content… My father was looking for you,” said Jocabed, my sister.
“I was at school watching some girls practice for the event on September 14 and 15,” I answered, as my voice showed how desperately I wanted to cry.
“Hey, do not worry. I am going to call him, ok?” In a calm tone, she said.
“But…” I said while I looked sadly at her
“He is not mad at you, he is just worried,” She told me to assure me.
Turning away so fast, she left, that I didn’t have the time to try to buy time for myself.
While she was telling my dad where I was, I had tears running down my face. My father then entered the church and sat down next to me.
“Julieth. Why are you crying, daughter?” He said calmly
“I was not here during lunch. Instead, I was at school without you knowing” I said, trying to calm down.
“Why did you stay at school?” asked my father
“I just was watching one of my friends practicing the dance and modeling for Sept 14 & 15,” I said, looking down.
“Ok,” said my father
“I’m sorry,” I said
“It’s okay, just next time tell me. Okay?” He responded
“I will. But, still sorry” I told him
“Wonderful, now what do you want to eat for dinner?” He said trying to get me to smile.
“Food,” I said,
